Y/N's life turns upside down when her mother marries the father of the seven most powerful men in the underworld-the BTS brothers. With each brother hiding their own dark secrets, Y/N is forced into a world of crime, pain, and betrayal. Can she lear...
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Y/n POV
My eyes widened as I looked at the boy I had just helped without really noticing him. But now, seeing his face clearly, I felt my heart skip a beat—it was none other than Kim Taehyung, one of the infamous Kim brothers. I tried to stay calm. I’d heard plenty of rumors about them, none of which were good. Dangerous, they said. But right now, he was hurt, and despite everything I’d heard, I couldn’t just ignore him.
“Uh… here, take this card,” I mumbled, handing him a card for the university’s health center. Our eyes met briefly, and he was just staring at me with an unreadable expression.
This is my card; they gave it to me when I was a new student. It's for all students to use at the university's health center
“Anyway, I should get going,” I said, stepping back towards the door.
Just as I reached for the doorknob, his deep voice stopped me. “Could you… take me to my private room?”
I glanced at him in surprise. A private room? I didn’t even know they had private rooms here, but I nodded. He seemed to be in pain, so I didn’t question it.
He leaned on me, his arm around my shoulder, as I helped him down the hallway. He gave me directions to his room, and after a short walk, he unlocked the door, and we stepped inside. I settled him down on a plush leather sofa, taking in the room. It was polished and expensive-looking—not surprising, given who he was.
“Thanks for helping me,” he said, breaking the silence. “But I don’t think I’ve seen you around here before. Are you new?”
“Yes, I am,” I replied, sitting beside him for a moment. “I was just walking by when I heard someone groaning in pain. I didn’t know it’d be you.”
He smirked slightly. “Well, I’m Kim Taehyung. I assume you know that.”
“Yeah, I know.” I stood up, ready to leave. “Anyway, take care of yourself.”
He looked at me, an odd glint in his eyes. “You’re not going to ask how I got hurt?”
I paused, meeting his gaze. “I don’t know how you got hurt, but I’m not here to interfere in your business. If you don’t want to tell me, I don’t need to know.”
His eyes widened a bit, as if he didn’t expect that answer. After a beat, he nodded. “You’re right. I don’t have to tell you what happened. But… thank you for helping me.”
I gave him a slight nod, just as the door swung open. In walked two more figures—Kim Jimin and Kim Jungkook. Oh, just what I needed.
They looked me over from head to toe, then turned to Taehyung, who had a freshly bandaged hand. They exchanged confused glances.
